Let’s Go to Bethlehem and See
By Brent Cloyd, 2014
Come travel to the
town of Bethlehem
with me
Let’s observe the
venue, reflect upon what we see
I see an Emperor who
made a great decree
Go home take the
census; you owe taxes to me
I see a young man,
responsible, able, and proud
Who complied with
the order, did not complain loud
I see significance
in his ancestral line
The connection must
be claimed, they could not decline
I see a young woman,
greatly pregnant with child
Her time would come soon;
the journey would not be mild
I see a man and
woman, tested but in love
Confused, yet
convinced of their mission from above
I see a crowded town
without a lodging place
For poor strangers
there was little mercy or grace
I see the pain of
labor, loneliness, and stress
With groans, desire,
and effort; a birth did progress
I see a happy face,
immaculate with joy
Overflowing with
love for a her baby boy
I see a stable,
filled with the stench of manure
No place for a new
born, vulnerable and pure
I see a baby wrapped
securely in strips of cloth
One sent from heaven
resting in a feeding troughI see a proud mother gazing at her first born
Unaware that others will stare at him with scorn
I see a town that ignorantly missed the sign
Thus ignored the presence of this infant divine
I see shepherds on guard in the dark of the field
Keeping watch over their flocks with protecting shield
I see night interrupted by an angels face
As the glory of the Lord was shone in that place
I see heavenly beings with great news to proclaim
The joy of one who surpasses every name
I see a choir of angels as their voices ring
Glory to God in the highest heaven they sing
I see them praising God in sounds of sweet release
God sends His favor, in Messiah there is peace
I see shepherds, curious, gazing, with minds stunned
Leaving their flocks at night to see what had been done
I see action, let’s go to town right now and see
This savior the angels sang about with such glee
I see a young family, a man and his wife
Loving and guarding their child, in a world of strife
I see shepherds, with amazing joy in their eyes
Who left telling a story of this great surprise
I see a mother treasuring the day’s events
Pondering her involvement in God’s great intents
I see myself, a sinner, as part of the story
Praise Jesus my savior, to God be the glory.